I sit, alone,

Dreaming of you again.

I can see your face

In the flickering flame.

You become

My only source of light,

Once more.

The candle burns

Like my tears,

Melting away into

The nothingness

That I'm so afraid

Of being.

Shadows crawl

Across my skin,

Caress me with midnight's

Icy touch.

I watch, closely,

As the golden glow

Begins to die,

Taking with it

The face

Of beauty's flame.

I sit, alone,

Weeping in darkness.

My fire is black.

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©2005 Emma J J